Chapter 388: Seven In, Seven Out, Saving Ah Dou

Seventh in, seventh out, fighting to the death without retreating even in a desperate situation.

Zhao Yun finally found Lady Gan.

In a corner of the chaotic army, Lady Gan curled up behind an overturned grain cart, holding Ah Dou, trembling all over.

Zhao Yun's silver armor was mostly shattered, a deep knife wound on his left arm was gushing blood, and the Night-Shining Jade Lion was panting heavily, its four hooves trembling slightly.

But he dismounted, knelt on one knee, and reached out to take the swaddling clothes.

Lady Gan looked at the young man covered in blood before her, her lips trembling: "Zilong... Ah Dou, he..."

Zhao Yun carefully tucked the swaddling clothes into his chest armor and wrapped it tightly with his tattered cloak: "My lady, rest assured. As long as this general is here, the young master is here."

Lady Gan looked behind him—

The black, oppressive Cao army had already surged up, thousands of troops and horses rolling in like a tide.

She smiled miserably: "Take Ah Dou and go, don't worry about me."

Zhao Yun did not hesitate.

He mounted his horse, protected Ah Dou in his arms tightly, squeezed his legs, and the Night-Shining Jade Lion rushed out with its last bit of strength.

Behind him, thousands of troops and horses surged in pursuit.

The dragon-gall spear's light suddenly appeared, like a silver dragon out of the sea, sweeping through thousands of troops.

Zhao Yun's spear momentum was no longer the exquisite maneuvering of the first six formations, but the purest release of power.

The spear was like a thunderbolt, every strike carrying a heart of certain death;

The horse was like a meteor, every step treading on the edge of life and death.

Cao army soldiers fell in rows like wheat, famous generals retreated one after another, no one daring to block his edge head-on.

Silver armor stained red, white robe shattered, wounds bursting, blood seeping from the armor seams and dripping down.

But Zhao Yun's spine remained straight, his left hand protecting the swaddling clothes in his arms motionless.

On the spirit ship, Liu Xiu was silent for a long time, then said softly: "The entire army routed, the situation gone, trapped alone in the formation, seriously injured, holding an infant—any one of these reasons is enough to make someone retreat."

"But he carried it all."

"This person is not just a fierce general, he is a pure heart."

On the sky-screen, Zhao Yun, holding Liu Shan, rushed out of the last Cao camp fence.

The Night-Shining Jade Lion leaped into the air amidst a long neigh, and the Cao army behind him chased to the fence and reined in their horses simultaneously.

Zhao Yun rode his horse south, Ah Dou sleeping soundly in his arms.

Behind him, Changban Slope was covered with corpses.

He alone slew more than fifty famous Cao army generals, killing countless colonels, personal guards, and cavalry.

Seven in, seven out, defying ten thousand armies, protecting the young master, fulfilling loyalty and righteousness.

On the sky-screen, golden characters slowly emerged—

【Zhao Zilong of Changshan, deified in one battle.】

The sky-screen's light and shadow flowed, and the people below had different expressions.

Zhao Yun stood behind Liu Bei, looking up at his young self in the sky-screen, bathed in blood in a white robe, his eyes gentle and calm.

Half a lifetime of fighting, silver armor changed several times, white robe soaked in blood countless times, but his original intention remained as clear as the youth on Changban Slope back then.

He touched his chest—where he had once tightly protected an infant.

Half a lifetime of loyalty and righteousness, never failing his lord, never failing his heart.

He closed his eyes slightly, his expression peaceful, no regrets for the chaotic world, no regrets for his original heart.

Liu Bei's eyes were already red.

Back then, in the desperate situation at Changban, he looked back and didn't see his family, almost losing all hope.

If it weren't for Zilong risking his life to go against the flow, surviving nine deaths, he would have lost his blood relatives.

At this moment, looking at the back covered in blood but with a straight spine on the sky-screen, Liu Bei's lips trembled, and he reached out to grasp Zhao Yun's wrist, so hard his knuckles turned white.

Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, finally turning into three low, hoarse words: "Zilong... I..."

Zhang Fei's round eyes widened, his tiger body trembling.

The Yan man Zhang Yide, who was always arrogant and peerless, was now looking at his fourth brother's peerless bravery, unstoppable by ten thousand armies, his face full of shock and admiration.

He slapped his thigh suddenly: "I, old Zhang, am convinced!"

"Back then I said I was the most majestic for roaring back the Cao army at Changban Slope, but today seeing fourth brother's battle... what I did was nothing, fourth brother's is the true majesty!"

So we will have: Guan Yu stroked his beard and was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked Zhao Yun: "That technique of breaking the shield with one spear, why haven't I seen you use it again later?"

Zhao Yun thought for a moment: "Later, I didn't encounter a situation that required jumping the horse to break the formation."

So we will have: Guan Yu nodded slowly, his respect deepening in his eyes.

Cao Cao stood on the high platform, his gaze locked on the figure of the white-robed war god on the sky-screen.

His eyes were full of amazement, heat, and extreme appreciation for talent.

He sighed repeatedly: "To think there is such a peerless god-general in the chaotic world!"

"His combat power is the best in the world, and his loyalty and righteousness shake people's hearts!"

"At Changban Slope, I ordered not to shoot arrows, wanting to capture this person alive—"

"What a pity! What a pity!"

"If this person belonged to me, with Zilong's help, sweeping the four seas and pacifying the world, why worry about not succeeding!"

By the end, his tone was sour.

The Cao Wei martial generals had solemn expressions, everyone showing fear.

Xiahou Dun subconsciously touched the horse's belly where Zhao Yun had pierced, and Zhang He's hand gripping the spear shaft trembled slightly.

The shadow of being crushed and impacted by that snow-white figure at Changban Slope back then instantly swept through his heart.

Xu Chu said in a muffled voice: "I wasn't at Changban back then... fortunately I wasn't."

The hall of Wei generals had lingering fears.

Sun Quan's wine remained undrunk, staring at the sky-screen and sighing lightly: "If I had such a fierce general under my command, why would I need to burn Red Cliffs?"

Zhou Yu beside him smiled slightly: "Commander, we also have Gan Ning and Taishi Ci."

Sun Quan shook his head: "Gan Ning is brave, but let him hold an infant and charge ten thousand armies? He can't do it."

The heroes of the world, the martial generals of the four seas, the whole country watched, everyone filled with respect.

Countless battlefield soldiers saw this and were filled with excitement, sincerely convinced.

From then on, the god-deifying battle of seven in, seven out at Changban was frozen in eternity.

Zhao Zilong of Changshan, the name of the first white-robed war god of the chaotic world, was recognized by the world, engraved in the years of the chaotic world, and passed down for ten thousand generations.

【Next, playing wild history anecdotes】

Just as it was solemn and respectful, the sky-screen suddenly shook, and several unserious bullet screens emerged:

【Bullet Screen · Qing · A certain storyteller:

Actually, there is an eighth out!

After Zhao Yun broke out of the encirclement, he found that what he was holding in his arms was a straw man—

The real Ah Dou was hidden by Lady Gan in the pile of refugees!

He killed his way back to swap... of course, this is something I made up.】

【Bullet Screen · Song · Folk opera troupe:

The Boss Zhao who sings "Changban Slope" in our village says that his ancestors passed it down—

The swaddling clothes in Zhao Yun's arms were specially made, with iron plates stuffed in the interlayer!

Otherwise, swords and spears have no eyes, and the infant would have been gone long ago!

Liu Bei later enshrined these swaddling clothes in the Wuhou Temple in Chengdu... this is also something I made up.】

【Bullet Screen · Tang · Chang'an teahouse:

Do you all know why Zhao Yun went in and out seven times?

Because he has no sense of direction!

He got lost the first six times, and only found the person the last time—

That's why Cao Cao couldn't catch him, he couldn't even find north himself!】

【Bullet Screen · Ming · Commoners:

My grandfather's grandfather said that Zhao Yun had fifty sesame cakes hidden in his arms at the time.

Seven in, seven out, eating while fighting, eating when hungry... anyway, he couldn't stop fighting!】

Gu Shanhe came to the bow of the ship, looked at the unserious bullet screens flying across the screen, turned his head and asked Qin Shi Huang: "Brother Zheng, should we block these wild history bullet screens?"

Ying Zheng looked expressionlessly for a long time, then suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Leave them."

Liu Bang laughed loudly: "Commoners love heroes, that's why they make up these ghost stories."

"When I was in Peixian back then, some people even said that my slaying of the snake was fake!"

"This also indirectly shows that commoners really like Zhao Yun."

Li Shimin also couldn't help but laugh: "I laughed for half a quarter of an hour at the one about having no sense of direction."

Liu Xiu said leisurely: "Heroes are more lovable when they have the flavor of life."

"Zhao Yun saving the lord in blood is true, commoners making up that he got lost and ate sesame cakes is fun, true and false mixed together, making a living Zhao Zilong of Changshan."

"Pretty good."

Zhao Kuangyin slapped the railing and laughed: "When I go back, I'll have someone write a play script, just call it 'Zhao Zilong Seven In, Seven Out Eating Sesame Cakes', and perform it for the people of Bianjing!"

On the sky-screen, the last two lines of golden characters slowly emerged—

【White robe treads on blood to break ten thousand armies, one dragon-gall spear settles the universe.

Seven in, seven out shocks the vast sea, a body of loyalty and righteousness shakes ancient and modern times.】

The battle of Changban Slope, no heaven's timing, no geographical advantage, no reinforcements.

Only a heart of lone courage, a heart of sincerity, and a body of peerless combat power.

Zhao Yun, with a mortal body, defied the desperate situation of ten thousand armies, becoming an eternal legend.

It is the most dazzling edge of loyalty and righteousness in the chaotic Three Kingdoms, and the most shocking youth deification on the Chinese battlefield.

The sky-screen slowly closed. The crowd on the wilderness was silent for a long time, then erupted into deafening cheers.

Liu Bei turned around and bowed deeply to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun hurriedly supported him: "Lord, you are shaming this general."

Liu Bei raised his head, tears streaming down his face, but smilingly said three words—

"Good brother."

... ===== CHAPTER 389 =====